Credit Lance for not hiding

PARIS — On the long road into Paris, nearly every day still left on this Tour de France is going to be a reminder of the champion that Lance Armstrong once was but no longer is.

Take, for example, Stage 14 looming this Sunday, when the Tour will clamber high into the Pyrenees mountains to Ax-3 Domaines.

That ski station was the setting for a vintage Armstrong performance in 2005, when he was still a genuine, no-holds-barred competitor, not the haggard has-been – as a rider, at least – he has become.

His rivals threw everything they had at Armstrong that day. On a long, steep climb up to the Port de Pailheres pass – which the Tour will cross again on Sunday – they brutally wore down Armstrong’s teammates by riding furiously. Without his support riders to help him, the six-, going on seven-time champion, was forced to fend for himself.

Not that isolating him made any difference. “In that situation you either fight back or you run away,” Armstrong said. He, of course, fought. Yet again, he trumped them all.

That was the Armstrong of old – in control, seemingly invulnerable, never ready to surrender. Had they ever met face-to-face, it is hard to imagine the Armstrong of then having much time or sympathy for the ersatz version of himself now.

Over the years, the Tour has seen many facets of Armstrong: angry, funny, courteous, prickly, triumphant, gracious, mean, considerate and, most of all, determined.

But we had to wait until this Tour, Armstrong’s 13th and last, to see the man who defeated cancer simply capitulate, put his hands on his hips in resignation and ruefully shake his head. It was a giant shock when that happened on Stage 8, on the Tour’s very first day in the high mountains. Because it was so unexpected, so unthinkable, the day that Armstrong surrendered will become part of Tour lore, along with all those times when he was so dominant.

Armstrong can justifiably point to a host of reasons why his final Tour fell flat. There was the punctured tire on Day 4 that hobbled him when the race veered over cobblestones. There was intense summer heat. There were relentless questions, again, about whether he has ever doped. And there were nasty crashes.

But most of all, 38-year-old Armstrong just looks past it, jaded, almost uninterested. As early as Day 3, he already was joking that he perhaps should have stayed retired. Four stages later, as he picked through an unappetizing snack of rice, eggs and peas to recharge his energy after another hard day of riding, Armstrong was looking forward to soon never again having to put his body through the discomforts of the Tour.

Going home early might have made it easier for him to duck reporters’ inquiries about the federal probe in the United States looking into allegations that Armstrong and other riders doped. From the comfort of his mansion, Armstrong could simply have ordered his lawyers to rattle off yet another statement dismissing Floyd Landis’ accusations as garbage. Instead, Armstrong spent 15 minutes with reporters before Stage 10 answering dozens of questions about the probe. Granted, his answers have now led to more questions. But at least he didn’t try to hide.

Now just eight days of Armstrong’s era remain. They will take him and the millions of us who have followed his fortunes over the years back through some of his old stomping grounds – the Pyrenees, of course, but also to Bordeaux, through which he passed on the narrowest of his Tour wins in 2003, and finally to Paris.

Armstrong could, by now, already have been sunning himself on that beach he has been talking about. But instead he is seeing out his story to its bitter end. For that, he should be applauded.